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Qi Zeyan drank too much and didn't control his strength, injuring his hand. The staff brought over a medical box.
"I'll head out first. Call me anytime if you need anything." The staff put down the medical box and considerately left.
Ruan Mengxi opened the box, took out some alcohol-soaked cotton, and treated Qi Zeyan's finger joints. The injury wasn't serious.
Qi Zeyan felt a bit dazed, his head slightly dizzy, as he fixed his gaze on Ruan Mengxi, feeling as if he were dreaming. Otherwise, why would she suddenly appear?
It was only when the alcohol stung the wound that he inhaled sharply, regaining his senses.
"You still feel pain?" Ruan Mengxi smiled at him, lowered her head, and blew gently on his wound. "Does this feel better?"
Seeing him silent, Ruan Mengxi raised her eyes to look at him, noting his stunned expression and slightly furrowed brow. "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"
"Am I dreaming because I drank too much?"
